Into the Noiseless Country
Into the noiseless country Annie went,
Among the silent people where no sound
Of wheel or voice or implement—no roar
Of wind or billow moves the tranquil air:
And oft at midnight when my strength is spent
And day’s delirium in the lull is drowned
Of deepening darkness, as I kneel before
Her palm and cross, comes to my soul this prayer,
That partly brings me back to my content,
“Oh, that hushed forest!—soon may I be there!”